Sometime around the mid 1940's, my cousin Sellers, my Uncle Forrest Hall's oldest son, and Bobby Orr were walking along the old dirt Red Hill Road just about where it used to
curve in front of Refuge Church before the new intersection was built with Martin Dam Road.
It was still a dirt road at the time but it wouldn't be much longer. There
was a wooded area on the east side of the road, across from the church. On the opposite side of the road, Mr. Milton Griffith had a home that still stands today, about where Martin Dam Road joins Red Hill Road. .
Mr. Milton had a really nice garden going that year, with a really great crop of pole beans, ready for the picking, and hanging in abundance on the elaborate vine runner racks he had constructed for them. Bobby notices
that hornets have built a really huge, oval shaped, gray paper mache nest, on a low hanging limb of a hickory tree in the wooded area across the road from the church and Mr. Milton's garden.
Bobby tells Sellers that there is no way he can throw a rock so accurately as to knock that nest off the limb with a single throw. So Sellers decides to take up the challenge and begins to search for just the right rock, and in Red Hill there
were plenty of rocks to choose from. Bobby, realizing that Sellers just might luck up and hit the thing on his first throw, begins to put some distance between himself and Sellers.
sure enough, the first rock finds its mark, thunk, right into the top area of the nest, penetrating right through the nest and severing its attachment to the tree limb. Bobby is now running to put more distance between himself and Sellers, because he knows
what is about to happen.
The hornets come pouring out of the nest and immediately spot their antagonist. And Sellers is just about to pick up on what is coming and begins
his retreat, but too late. The hornets descend upon him with a vengeance.
He is running toward Mr. Milton's garden and has just gotten to the edge of it, near the pole
beans, when the hornets begin exacting retribution on him.
If you have ever suffered a hornet sting, you know that one can ruin your day. Several are a disaster! Sellers
hits the ground of the garden right at the beginning of the pole bean row. He begins rolling through the pole beans, destroying the bean racks, and screaming in agony.
the hornets finally fly away from Sellers, Mr. Milton's pole bean crop and the poles are on the ground, and Sellers face and arms are swelling in a dozen places.
Bobby is doubled over in
laughter and Mr. Milton thinks Sellers may have had some kind of seizure or an epileptic fit before he realizes what has happened. You learned real soon not to ever take a dare from Bobby Orr.
Eugene Hall, October 26, 2017